Military Worst Anger Moments (As They Come To You)

[BioHazard]

About a week and a half ago, I slipped a disk in my back at work. Immediately, I was as angry as I have ever been, and yelled the longest string of profanity I can imagine.

I went to the Emergency room, because it is a work related injury, and they have to file a worker's compensation claim, since I am going to have to miss work. The E.R. doc prescribed a new pain med I've never taken before, which has a strange reaction to my anti-depressants. It causes my legs to randomly give out underneath me, making me fall down. I contacted my p-doc, and he suggested not taking my anti-depressants until I can see the doctor who is handling the worker's compensation claim and ask him if he can change the pain meds. So, for the past week, I have been angry every day, and still in a little pain. I haven't been in the greatest of moods, because of the pain and the medication upheaval, so I haven't been coming on here that much.

 

[Matt218]

I'm not one to take meds, I just never wanted to do that, I saw it as masking the problem instead of dealing with it.

So when we got back from Afghanistan, and had been getting back to normal for a few months, one of our Sgts told me one time and another told me another. I went with the one of higher rank, and verified it with him, and showed up at his time. The other Sgt flipped out and started making me do pushups, exercises, etc. This went on about 30 minutes (after I got back from the gym) and he let 2 other Sgts not in our unit talk s*** to me. I started laughing because it was really all I could do. This made a few of them worried and stopped talking. The sgt smoking me said "oh, are you going to quit? going to quit when your guys need a medic?". I've never felt so enraged so quickly. I stood up, slammed him into a wall, and said I would blow his brains all over the office if he said one more thing about what I did or didn't do in combat, while he was sitting in a safe hospital. He didn't talk to me for about 2 months, wouldn't look at me, mention my name, etc. I guess he felt bad about it, but he shouldn't have ran his f***** mouth.

At that point it was ordered I went to an alcohol program, which was stupid, as I had/have an anger problem.

 

[BioHazard]

I lost it yesterday. I'm kinda ashamed of myself for it.

The road I live on is very narrow and not many police officers come down it. We've had a problem with drug users coming out here to meet a dealer. We also have a problem with kids (and sometimes adults) driving at VERY high speeds through here. Yesterday afternoon, an older guy almost ran over me. So, I did what any irrationally angry man would do. I waited for him to come back through and flagged him down. When he stopped, I told him to slow down. He responded in a very profane manner, so I pulled him out of the car and slammed him against the side of it. It caused a fight, which caused my wife to call the police. After we both told an officer our side of the story and my neighbors told what they saw, he was told not to come up the road again. The cops are also going to patrol this part of town a little more often.

I lost my composure, over something menial. I got results for one of the problems out here, but I don't think the trade was worth it in the long run. I feel like I slid back 3 years in one afternoon.

 

[Jimmy1]

Hey Vlad,

Don't treat it as a step back, rather a hiccup. You are totally the same person as you were the day before and each day brings new challenges to it.
Did you get a good one in though????

Jimmy

 

[BioHazard]

I didn't think to look at it that way, Jimmy. I just don't know why I lost it like that. For a few minutes there, it was like before I started seeing my therapist.

LOL, I believe I got a good one in because now, two days later, my elbow still hurts like hell where I hit him with it.

 

[FMG]

I don't know if this counts. But it would count as an anger moment for good. A nurse got attacked by one of the patients. A local politician needed seeing to for a minor cut and came in with his "cronies". Indian low level politicians are often corrupt thugs in it for the money but this guy had no idea. He was told he had to wait by one of our nurses who volunteers with us, and so he grabbed her and slapped her. I tried to break it up and got punched in the face. I completely lost it and told him to leave. At this point the fight escalated. 5 minutes later I am suffering from a small concussion courtesy of a metal stool to the head and a scalpel through my arm in exchange for one unconscious politician after I half choked him and two injured thugs after I head butted one and bitten the other's hand after he tried to choke me. The other doctors ran in and broke it up.

My therapist said it was for a good cause but honestly I feel I should write it in here as a lapse of concentration rather than a "you helped people" moment. Its weird but all that combat training which I joked that doctors never need was for some good I suppose. Sigh now I have a week off due to stitches. I may go spend it on the beach.

 

[RangerB]

I have a hard time going into crowded loud spaces. I have to prepare myself for it and sometimes that doesn't work. Fortunately, most of the time I can get out without an incident. People being disrespectful, rude or whiny tend to really piss me off. I tend to say things to these people, being 6'4" 225lbs usually gets my point across, that and the cold stare that I'm sure you all know. Lately my anger as been coming out towards my wife. Usually for no good reason, I hate it, I'll be lucky if she continues putting up with it.

 

[BioHazard]

RangerB, I'm not sure how much of an imagination you have, but I am going to tell you what seems to work for me. I imagine a filter between my brain and my mouth(I'm a very sarcastic person, usually) when talking to my wife. If she says something that pisses me off, I imagine my response going through the filter before getting to my mouth. It usually works, but not always. It never seems to work on people who aren't close to me.

On the other note, I am roughly the same size as you, and I hate loud, crowded places. Except for the hardware store, for some reason.

 

[anthony]

I imagine a filter between my brain and my mouth (I'm a very sarcastic person, usually) when talking to my wife. If she says something that pisses me off, I imagine my response going through the filter before getting to my mouth.

That is a very good way of putting it actually. If a person can't imagine that, then try to replicate it by starting with what is called the 5 second rule, being when you hear something you don't respond for five seconds. You can even make it a 10 second rule. If you think about this, you could imagine it as a filter. The idea of this is to give your brain the time to actually process what is being said and instead of just responding with the first thing that comes to your mind, force yourself to think of another possible outcome to give yourself a different perspective, before responding.

There are factors to response that determine a conversation. Usually the first is whether you truly listen or not, ie. allow a person to finish what they are saying vs. cutting them off mid way. Listening is a skill by itself... I like the filter analogy though mate.

 

[BioHazard]

LOL, it only works with the wife, as far as I know. Everyone else gets to hear EXACTLY what I think, with no sugar coating.

 

[FMG]

Well I had more drama.

The bus I take to the uni where I teach part time here hit a pedestriant. Multiple head injuries, broken neck, multiple chest fractures. Bus driver ran. Teachers ran. (As in away. These are doctors I will point out like me) Me and a student tried to stabilise the poor f*cker but he pretty much was dead but didn't know it yet. We probably killed him transporting him to the hospital in a tricycle designed to shake healthy people apart...

I think this heralds the rebirth of the monster. Again, I feel that I am only happy in situations like this. Where other people are worse off.

The man was called Kishore Jenna. He was a truck driver. He has a wife in another state. We left details for the police to call her. He drove a brown truck with pink streamers and chrome. He liked to eat chicken and that was his last meal. Now he is dead and his last meal has ruined my trousers. That is all I know about the man I tried to save while other people either didn't care or just wanted to stare.

I saw the worst of humanity and the best of humanity and that has resurrected the horrible voice that demands that I start being more selfish and stop attempting to associate with the horror that is humanity.

 

[anthony]

Whoa.... sorry to hear that one mate, shit, that would be hard on you no doubt.

You know... I often wonder whether this is hell that we live within, and whether our time here changes whether we escape or not to something better. Not even religious, but I like the analogy of it.